The first impression if often wrong and you you felt it firsthand.

You found yourself unwaresly longing for his warmth every night ever since you tried it for the first time. It's all wrong. After all, his you're professor and you're his student. The university's policies against such connections were clear.

Yet Satoru found himself becoming increasingly bold, his touches lingering just a moment longer than necessary as he reached for a document or adjusted a setting on your laptop. He couldn't help but savor the fleeting contact, his fingertips tingling with the warmth of your skin.

"Can we talk about your last assignment...?" His voice broke through your thoughts, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of warmth and trust. As he leaned in, Satoru's fingers brushed against your hand, a delicate touch that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins.